Crystal laced

sun blows
across rocky's rocks

red bright shining while earth
still lies until it’s parched and all
it’s plains run drying then comes
icy chills of winter expiring life

until the lands cold and

frightening

becoming hoar
frosted yet eye pleasing

pleasant but e’er there tumbleweed’s are
unwelcomed why do I find such peace in this
forsaken but familiar setting cast down into the

icy depths of death all appareled in crystal

lace..?


(C) 2000 Dale Wayne Van Sickle Gwaltney

Facings

speaking to
me in fashions of love he faery’s close

he sprinkles o’er the lines in luminous prose I long

to be within your arms to know you through and most just
to walk with you and talk with you lingering on the coast oh
yes that’s just what I’d do quiet nights snuggled in around
writing fire lights laughing reading talking souls reborn

in thymes of bleu it matters thrifty little nickels
few or rainy day dews or lack of what’s

here or left of two yet Lather is

so very old today with so

little embracing truths
and e’er deeper oh yes
his toys the joys what he’d

wished for you tracings within silken

gowns the lengths that captivate every noun
of faith he loves resounded molded facing
every glitch and lacing every sound

while playing.


(C) 2000 Dale Wayne Van Sickle Gwaltney

July’s Cancer

As the

sun fades beyond a sky of wisdom the crab
emerges from his lonely rocky cave waking from
the sleep of a sullen day and combing alive again
beneath the mystique mystic moon and sheltered

in the cathedral of darkened skies he liquors

along her eerie sight nourished and
free for a time then slides
to sleep again

absconding

intrusive gaudy lights
of dawn returning to his lowly
cave shackled through another day
yet in his sullen sleep he dreams of
darkened daz where spirits free

can meet in darkness.


(C) 2000 Dale Wayne Van Sickle Gwaltney

Love Penetrates

Your love penetrates
the very core of my yielding

flesh leaving my heart just inches
away from breath though the sore
doesn’t stain torpidly I cling to

love never really feeling
pain until your

removed
from sharing
then I’m empty
within without
your caring
it is then
I feel
the

searing
of fire you’d
maybe dare in

leaving.


(C) 2000 Dale Wayne Van Sickle Gwaltney

Some nights

some nights I close the shades down
some nights my world goes round and round

some nights you are by my side
some nights secrets to confide

some nights you show your care for me
some nights without I couldn’t see

some nights I’ve seen the many years
some nights I lose my eyes to tears

some nights for comfort when I tire
some nights I feel the warm desire

some nights I feel that I am forsaken
some nights know I am mistaken

some nights a dream brings a smile
some nights hold me close a while

some nights love to freely give
everynight for us to freely live.


(C) 2000 Dale Wayne Van Sickle Gwaltney

Venom

Along old wounds

runs her venomous fangs sliding slithering
along old scars waking old pains with fanged teeth
she viciously rips yesterdaz scars away until when your
stripped and naked all torn apart again by such malicious
words that role from her poisonous lip and with each evil
breath she breathes into me more of her lecherous lies
grip until again we feel ourselves dying bleeding
to death from old wounds... within without
refusing to let them die and in each
old wound she opens creates

another with austere

abrasive

venom.


(C) 2000 Dale Wayne Van Sickle Gwaltney

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